Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 217: Chapter 220: You Tell Stories So Well

Chapter 220 You Tell Stories So Well

The man fell silent.

A group of underlings also fell silent.

Only Lin Zifeng had a harmless smile on his face.

Watching everything that was happening, the little Miss was a bit dazed. In just about ten minutes, the changes had been so drastic that even Meng Youjing was a bit stunned.

What, exactly, had this guy done to them?

After signing the contract, the three of them walked away, especially Lin Zifeng, who swaggered as if nothing had happened.

Humming a tune that was incomprehensible, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, no one could guess his real identity.

”Hey, I say, you beast, what did you just do to them?”

On the road, the two women carried shoulder bags and wore sunglasses, their faces filled with disbelief, still kept in the dark.

What the little Miss asked was exactly what Meng Youjing also wanted to know.

Thus, she cast a glance at Lin Zifeng, who looked utterly relaxed.

”What could I do? I just took them out to reform them, that’s all,”

Lin Zifeng took a deep drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

”Reform? What kind of reform?”

The two women looked at each other, unable to understand what he meant.

”Hehe,” Lin Zifeng gave a deep laugh, deliberately assuming a mysterious air, and arrogantly said, ”In simpler terms, I just talked some sense into them, appealed to their reason, so they could see the error of their ways. It’s just that simple.” But in his heart, Lin Zifeng sneered secretly, ’Reform my ass, it was purely the logic of the fist. With these people, only brute force works.’

Having said that, Lin Zifeng blew another smoke ring and said with a smirk, ”Pretty cool, huh?”

”Cool my foot.”

The little Miss looked at him disdainfully then said dubiously, ”Beast Uncle, so you’re really good at fighting? Did you study martial arts before? Or did you spend your childhood in Shaolin Temple?”

In the bustling streets of the Martial Arts World, the little Miss didn’t think her question was childish. She still didn’t believe Lin Zifeng’s talk of reform; it was more like a story to fool a three-year-old. There’s no such thing as ’reform.’

”Uh, Shaolin Temple? Cough cough, Huahua, I must seriously appraise you.”

Walking beside the two women, Lin Zifeng suddenly stopped, and said very seriously, ”Your imagination is indeed very rich.”

”What? Am I wrong? Meng Sister saw it too, you took on so many people by yourself. Did I see it wrong? Impossible, you beast, just be honest, what exactly were you before? Now I feel your identity is getting more and more mysterious. Tell me, are you a spy sent by someone else? If you don’t tell me clearly today, when we get back to Zhonghai, I’ll definitely report you to my cousin, and then you better not come crying to me.”

Hua Buqi squinted with one eye and pointed her delicate finger at Lin Zifeng’s nose and threatened.

This Miss was really no fool; seeing that her deception did not work, Lin Zifeng stopped, cleared his throat twice, and seriously said, ”Huahua, since you’ve already figured it out, then, then I will reveal the truth today. But please, you must keep it secret, or else Uncle here will really be in big trouble.”

As he spoke, he actually became serious; a second ago he was all jokes and smiles, and now he was putting on a serious face as if he really had some unspeakable secret.

The two women looked at each other again; seeing the serious look on Lin Zifeng’s face, they were truly fooled by him this time.

”Uncle, don’t worry, if you have any trouble, just talk about it, Meng Sister and I will definitely keep it a secret for you, right, Meng Sister?”

The little Miss tilted her little head towards Meng Youjing and asked.

”Yes, yes!”

Meng Youjing’s emotions were as complex as a tangled web, and she didn’t know what she was thinking. Throughout their journey, she hardly initiated any conversation with Lin Zifeng, still shaken by everything that had happened inside the production company.

”Well, okay, since you all really want to know about my past, I’ll tell you today,” Lin Zifeng suddenly looked melancholy, his demeanor becoming profound all at once, especially his sorrowful eyes, which gave him the look of an old man who had been through many hardships.

”Five years ago, I left my hometown to go abroad. By a coincidental recommendation from a friend, I became a member of one of the top four global mercenary groups. Later, during a mission, due to the failure of the task, I was hunted by the organization and forced to flee to a deserted island...”

Lin Zifeng was exaggerating, mixing truth with fiction as he recounted his experiences to them. By the end, he deeply sighed as if he truly were the ordinary man he portrayed himself to be.

”Gosh, Mister! The story you’ve spun is so enthralling. You’re really wasting your talent if you don’t become a screenwriter. It sounds so real; Mister, you’re so talented. Maybe when we get back to Zhonghai, I could see if our company needs a screenwriter. Wow, it’s like a big epic blockbuster. Meng sister, what do you think?”

The young girl clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling.

”Uh...”

Lin Zifeng thought that after he shared his story, the young girl would be shocked or even burst into tears, feeling pity and remorse for Lin Zifeng, but as soon as his story ended,

the young girl appeared calm as still water, showing no sign of excitement whatsoever.

At most, she was only amazed that Lin Zifeng’s made-up story was so captivating.

She even pulled Meng Youjing to join her in admiring Lin Zifeng’s storytelling skills.

Lin Zifeng almost stumbled and fell to the ground outright.

”Uh, yes, yes! His stories are indeed quite captivating and imaginative, but they’re just a bit too fake. If they were a bit more realistic, they could probably be turned into a good TV drama by a production company.”

Meng Youjing honestly responded.

Damn it! I tell them so much, and they just take it as a story?

Lin Zifeng was speechless with annoyance, but it was fine. Since they took it as just a story, let it be just a story. After all, the reason Lin Zifeng had revealed his identity was simply to alleviate their suspicions about him.

”Mister, I never realized you had the talent to be a screenwriter. If you’re interested, maybe I could recommend you?”

The young girl sprang up to Lin Zifeng’s side, unable to stay still like a little rabbit. Seeing Lin Zifeng’s darkened old face, Hua Buqi revealed a pure and innocent smile, blinking her watery eyes.

Her gaze was completely naive, and Lin Zifeng couldn’t tell if she was just teasing him on purpose.

The day after they returned to the apartment, the boss of the production company quickly sent back a copy of the contract and demanded compensation for various damages to Hua Buqi, including all compensations involving Zhongxing Entertainment.

They still didn’t know exactly what had happened that day, nor did they know what Lin Zifeng had done to them, but since everything had now reached a satisfactory conclusion, the young girl didn’t care to delve any deeper.

Having stayed in Macau for a week, their days were filled with nothing but shopping and wandering aimlessly—poor Lin Zifeng, who ended up acting like their servant. With their natural inclination for shopping, the women didn’t even feel tired after a whole day.

Finally, after aimlessly wandering for a day, the young girl was tired at last. The three of them casually ordered some KFC-like food at a Western restaurant to fill their stomachs.

But as they ate, Lin Zifeng’s gaze unintentionally caught a scene on the television above the restaurant counter.

It was showing a scene from Las Vegas Gambling City; he didn’t know if it was a special insert, but it instantly triggered Lin Zifeng’s long-sealed memories.

Those memories took place three years ago when Lin Zifeng was on a mission...

”Death God! Do you dare to accept my challenge?”

In the glittering Las Vegas Crystal Gambling City, surrounded by tens of thousands of spectators, various celebrities and powerful, nation-wealthy individuals gathered, including ministers from multiple countries and governors of states.

Under the dazzling lights, the entire Crystal Gambling City shone brighter than during the day, and even in the pitch-dark night, it seemed as if the whole city was a piece of Rough Jade glowing brilliantly.